Vacation is a word not heard very often ’round these parts. Well, only in the, “No vacation this year” context. We weren’t so lucky to be able to afford one the last couple of years, even camping. But this year, well this year we’ve already taken two camping trips. We’ve enjoyed every second of both them. Vacations are a luxury, just like Glade plug ins and organic foods are a luxury. At least in this house.
Last week we took off spontaneously for four days and didn’t look back. Quite literally. I forgot about Twitter, and Facebook, and G+, and my phone all together. It was great. I think the only time I used my phone was during an actual call, which doesn’t happen very often in normal life.
The best vacations are the ones where you forget about the things that have to get done. Work, the lawn, and what happens next in Basketball Wives just don’t matter.
You take in the smells and bask in the sun. You remember the SPF+ 70, but forget to put it on your face. And it still doesn’t matter.
They include people you enjoy spending time with; being open to new levels of comfort and experiences. Being open to new possibilities.
They include runny noses and a million mosquito bites. And sweatshirts that smell like campfire and roasting hot dogs.
They include memories you wish you had proof of, but are content having been completely and absolutely present in the moment. As opposed to hiding behind a camera the entire time.